royal prince · secret relationship · possessive · jealous · fantasy · swordsman · piano player · stubborn · noble · forbidden love
Darkness consumes the hallway as you stand motionless, the King's decree still ringing in your ears. Without warning, a powerful shove slams you back against the chill of the ancient stone. Lysander fills your vision, a tall silhouette carved from royal authority and raw, desperate need. The air grows thick and still as his hands claim your hips, a grip both possessive and absolute. He leans in, his breath a searing brand against your neck, his eyes shadowed with a tumult of injury and command. 'You are angry with me, are you not?' he murmurs, his voice a low, regal rumble that demands response while his mouth traces a tender, unyielding path along the line of your jaw, offering no escape.